General Information
The municipality is composed of 17 parishes, and is located in the northeastern part of the country, in the district of Bragança.
The present mayor is Manuel Rodrigo Martins (Social Democrat) and the president of the Municipal Assembly is Domingos Duarte Lima (Social Democrat). The municipal holiday is on July 10.
The river is one of the main attractions of this small city. There are organized trips to watch the wildlife, mostly birds of prey. Important hydro-electrical stations exist in the municipality.
The city itself is quite small. The city is also surrounded by many smaller villages, which surround the city at almost all angles. Most inhabitants of Miranda do Douro are either merchants or farmers. As Miranda do Douro is quite small, population wise. Most of its economical growth is dependent on the summer months, when most tourists come to see the city.
Most tourists are of Spanish origin as Spain is very close to Miranda do Douro. Other tourists that come to the city during the summer can also be of French origin or North American. Other tourists that come to the city during the summer month tend to be people who grew up within the area and enjoy coming back every summer be it to see family or just vacation in the small and quaint city.
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